The ends of Lysander's hair floated on the crystalline surface of the water around him as he rose from the bench. Slowly he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared down at Nicasi, who continued to stroke his arousal under the water.
"If I can?" Lysander repeated Nicasi's taunt about his ability to deliver on the other thing they both wanted. "What are you holding in your hand right now, and who do you think is responsible for causing it? You know what it does to me when you give me that side of yourself...and as you just said, you know *exactly* what I'm going to do about it."
The spark in Lysander's eyes had completely shifted toward the place where his submission didn't exist. Nicasi had seen it enough times to know there was no escape for him now even if he struggled to the point of pure exhaustion, just as Lysander had promised.
Gods, he loved this feeling.
